Mirellie
My heart nearly stopped in my chest. Evander stood directly in front of me. For a second, neither of us spoke. Then he extended his hand. Not a request or an invitation but expectation.
The music had already shifted into a slower song and couples were beginning to return to the dance floor.
“Dance with me,” he said.
The words sounded calm enough but eyes weren’t.
I swallowed and placed my hand in his. The moment our fingers touched, his grip tightened. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear I wasn't going anywhere. A second later, he pulled me toward him and guided me back onto the dance floor.
I barely had time to adjust before his hand settled against my waist and we began moving with the music.
There was something cold about him right now. Not loud anger but the
